Slodown and Yllis, thanks for one of the best pieces of music we've heard this year:

To enter the smoky, late-night world of Nomance is to be complicit in its ways. For you to get it, you must embrace its sex and emotional violence. Because, if it hasn’t happened to you, you’ve probably entertained the possibility of inflicting it on someone else – if you haven’t already done it. And if you somehow are above all that, know that you live in a world where that happens all the time . There are no compromises here and that starts at the level of its christening. A ‘nomance’ is a relationship that is hollow. It contents are nothing more than the bodies that comprise it – it is only a negation of itself. This is the murky fount from which Nomance gushes with its chronicles of betrayal, vengeance and ennui and to fully appreciate its complexity, you have to start with its conclusion: That modern love, love in the Age of Tinder, is an ouroboros.